"One of the men offered me a drink of beer to-day, but of course I said
'No.' When I told him I never meant to touch it the others laughed,
and said they'd soon make me know better. But I mean to be Lionheart
still.
"Pat sends his love to you. He has a box for a kennel in Mrs. Garth's
wood shed where I lodge.
"Dear Paddy, I know God _does_ hear when we pray, because he brought me
here, and made people so kind to me coming along, and gave me friends
and work directly. I wish you would come here, too, that Pat and I
could see you again. He is so knowing. Everybody likes him. Do come.
"Your loving friend,
DICK."
"I've got slops and overalls just like the other men, to work in, and
I'm going to a night school and a technical class, and Mr. Dainton has
lent me a big book about engines, with pictures all through.
"I should like to know how baby Lily is at Mrs. Fowley's, if you could
find out, and whether they were vexed at my running away. But please
don't tell them I am here.
"DICK."
This letter gave Paddy so much pleasure when it reached him that his
first impulse was to take it to the "Brown Bear" and read it to some of
his cronies there, just for the joy of sharing it.
But better thoughts came.
"And shure if I hearkened to the good book he was reading that night
and what he says here about the drink I should never touch the beer
again at all, at all.
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